The L.O.S. Winter Trip to Norfolk - 12th-15th February 2019


On Day 1 members of the group set off at various times and from various places but we all arrived safely at Frampton Marsh in Lincolnshire, an RSPB reserve that promised lots of birds which is exactly what we got. The most notable were the Golden Plover in huge flocks giving us an aerial view which could be likened to a Starling murmuration, glinting gold in the cold winter sun.  There were also plenty of Dark-bellied Brent Geese about.



Out on the saltmarsh there was a MerlinMarsh Harrier, Little Egrets and several Brent Geese flocks often flying past. We spent a few hours here and saw some good birds including Ruff, Wigeon, Pintail, Gadwall, Lapwing, Skylarks, Curlew and Shoveler - sadly the long-staying Long-billed Dowitcher evaded us but not from lack of trying on our part.





From Frampton Marsh we set off for Cromer, our destination and hotel for the next four days, birding as we went. The hotel was warm, comfortable and an excellent meal was enjoyed.  Cromer is a good base from which to do daily birding trips in Norfolk.



Day 2 saw us heading for Barton Broad one of the group's staple sites where a Great Crested Grebe swam unusually close in front of us on the viewing platform, obviously a people-watching Grebe! As it is part of the Norfolk Broads system boats sail through but they keep to their part of the waterway so the water birds such as Goldeneye, TealTufted Ducks and Greylag Geese could be left as undisturbed as possible.


A Kingfisher was seen flashing through the broad by some lucky members, a blur of turquoise over the still grey water and a Water Rail was first heard and then seen skulking in the reedbed behind the platform. There were also lots of small birds in the woodland areas including various Tits and a Great Spotted Woodpecker.


We then went on to Winterton-on-Sea for a seawatch with plenty of Gulls, Cormorants and Scoters. Here a Firecrest had been reported in the sand-dunes, but one look at the vastness of these dunes and it quickly became obvious we would need the army to comb them for such a small bird. However, it didn’t stop some of us from looking and constantly listening for this elusive bird.  And all wasn’t silent as the Skylarks sang their hearts out - what a wonderful song to hear in the quiet and peacefulness of that vast ecosystem. Occasionally small flocks of waders would fly past, inlcuding Reshank and Sanderling.


Sadly the coastline has suffered there in the recent storms, the edge of the cliff being cordoned off as unsafe due to erosion and huge stretches of golden sand were visible which hadn’t been seen before by us. Some of the boat huts looked to be in danger of disappearing should there continue to be such storms and erosion. Out to sea Red-throated Divers were present in good numbers, and a Red-necked Grebe also gave some of us a good view now and then as it bobbed up and down on the swell.


From Winterton we set off for Hickling Broad and enjoyed a good cruise around the area as we headed to Stubbs Mill for the Harrier roost. The weather was lovely for February, blue skies and a bright, clear atmosphere which aided in our views of the old windmill which are for pumping water, their blades now redundant as the machinery is operated by either diesel or electricity. But they still stand sentinel over the dykes and fields.



After having a great view of a Muntjac Deer at the start of the path, we had a nice walk around and settled down at the Stubbs Mill raptor viewpoint to wait for dusk. Kestrels dropped in, a Jay flew across calling loudly, and the Marsh Harriers arrived distantly in good numbers to settle down for the night. To our disappointment, a huge mechanical digger was working on the ditches but as it did it disturbed a Great White Egret which then flew past and gave a wonderful show for the spectators. So it wasn't a bad thing in the end.



There were two distant Common Cranes on the ground which occasionally put their heads up giving us good scope views before they flew towards us being disturbed by the digger which had moved and was working further away.



A little while later a family group of four Cranes (two adults and two juveniles) flew past in a line and a further two were heard calling and then flying as we walked back to the car. We had hoped for a Barn Owl but none appeared and so as it grew dark we headed back to the hotel to review our list for the day and settle down for the evening.  But just before we left, the bushes behind us became alive with two or three tiny Goldcrests which flitted around in the dark.



Day 3 started at Salthouse with Ringed Plover, Turnstones on the shingle beach and a flock of Curlew and Black-tailed Godwits further inland.


From there we went to Holkham Gap for the Pink-footed GeeseSnow Buntings, Shore Larks and, as a bonus, a Dartford Warbler which had us searching the scrub of brambles and Sea Buckthorn, where we had several views of it as it perched albeit briefly on the vegetation before dropping down again to find food. There were also Stonechats and Chaffinches present to confuse the issue.




Then on to Choseley Barns for Yellowhammer, and the spot of the day, a Barn Owl quartering a field at the side of us, where most of the group got some brilliant sightings and wonderful photos of this bird. There were also Red-legged Partridges in the field and two Red Kites - what a place to stop!



After enjoying this bird for half an hour, and enjoying our chat with the group and other birders who were also enthralled with the closeness of the Barn Owl, we headed off to Titchwell RSPB, here we had both Black-tailed and Bar-tailed Godwits, Grey Plover, Sanderling and Spotted Redshank close up, more Barn Owls, can you ever be fed up of watching Barn Owls – I think not! 


Waders and small birds aplenty and the sound of the Skylark filling the air with its wonderful song. Geese flew over and sailed on the ponds, Dark-bellied Brent Geese, Pink-footed and Greylag as well as Canada Geese. Another bonus was a group of six Red Crested Pochards in amongst the 'normal' Pochards. And as the sun went down in a fabulous sunset, the Marsh Harriers arrived at their reedbed roost in numbers - one person counted over twelve of them.  There was also a small but interesting Starling murmuration with some superb shapes being thrown. What a great end to a wonderful day.



Day 4 was the day to travel home and here we were given the choice of where to visit as we made our way back. Part of the group went to Thornham on the coast for Twite and was not disappointed, and some went to a newish reserve called Sculthorpe Moor Nature Reserve run by the Hawk and Owl Trust. Again we were not disappointed as it is a superb little place and definitely worth a visit. Some of the group even saw Otters here!




The reedbeds stretch for miles and strangely Bittern isn’t reported there, maybe one day soon it will. Brambling, Reed Buntings and Bullfinches were up close on the feeders, Buzzards were overhead and Red Kites were calling across the meadows and reedbeds.  



A different bird flew over and after great discussion, it was decided it was probably a Goshawk - a later discussion with one of the rangers confirmed they pass over the reserve and noted our record of it in his book. Lesser and Common Redpoll fed on the same feeder in the woods where we could compare them to see the differences.




SiskinMarsh Tit and Treecreeper were also seen and heard, Reed Buntings were there in good numbers and last but not least, Collared Dove looking so clean and bright in the clean air that they deserve a mention.


Some went to Flitcham Abbey and saw a Little Owl whereas others went to Snettisham RSPB where the wader roost over the high tide proved to be very underwhelming. However, there were a few oddities present including a Cape Shelduck (probably an escapee) and some odd hybrid Greylag Geese. Over the four days of the trip, 117 species were recorded - a good count aided by the great weather.


Thanks to Eddie King for organising the trip and to all who attended for your wonderful company on another great L.O.S. winter trip. Here's to the next one!



Report by Joan Disley (with additions by Martyn Jones)

Photos by Anne Johnson, David Shallcross, Paul Pennington, George Pike, Alan Wilcox and Martyn Jones

Blyth’s Reed Warbler – Hope Carr NR – January 2019

On Sunday 20th January 2019 at around 11am I got a phone call from my friend Phil Rhodes who informed me he had found a Reed Warbler or Blyth’s Reed Warbler at Hope Carr NR near Leigh. As I was doing my WeBS count in Bolton it wasn’t until nearly 1pm by the time I got to the site. Phil was still there watching the bird in a bramble patch by the perimeter fence adjacent to the filtration beds. Andy Makin had also arrived and the bird continued to show well on what was a very mild, calm day with sunny intervals. After a further hour or so watching the bird we had convinced ourselves that it was most likely a Reed Warbler, which in itself would be an amazing record for Greater Manchester in the middle of January!


We heard the bird call on several occasions and to the human ear it was difficult to say whether it was any different to a Reed Warbler. The colouration and behaviour / posture of the bird seemed to fit Reed Warbler even though the primaries did seem slightly short. Separation of Reed and Blyth’s Reed Warbler can be very difficult in the field and even the field guide features can be open to interpretation. 

Later that evening having posted photos of the bird on Twitter I was contacted by Chris Batty at Rare Bird Alert who felt confident from the photos that the bird was in fact a Blyth’s Reed Warbler! Luckily one of the photos showed a short P2 (primary tips number from 1-10), which could be seen to be much shorter than P3 and P4 (which form the wing tips). In Reed Warbler P2 should equal P4. An emargination on P4, which our bird had, is also a strong indicator of Blyth’s Reed Warbler as this is rare in Reed Warbler. 


In the field we noticed the bird had a pale wing panel and it is thought this is because the bird had not yet completed its first year moult and has yet to replace any of its secondary feathers.

Luckily Andy had captured the bird calling several times on video which Chris Batty converted to a .wav file. The call was compared with a random Blyth’s Reed Warbler cut and Reed Warbler from xeno-canto (an online bird call and song resource) and the differences were obvious. 


The sonogram above shows the Hope Carr warbler (top) a perfect match with Blyth’s Reed Warbler (middle) and whereas Reed Warbler (bottom) is a more drawn out “trrk” call. The Blyth’s call is slightly shorter “tic” type call similar to a Lesser Whitethroat. The call confirmed that the bird was no doubt a Blyth’s Reed Warbler which would be rare anywhere in Western Europe during winter never mind at an inland site near Leigh. The bird should be in India at this time of year.

Phil said he had heard briefly what he thought could have been a Lesser Whitethroat call in that area in December so it is likely the bird could have present over a month. Thankfully after a few days of cold and foggy weather, many birders were able to see the bird well and in fact on Monday 28th January it showed very well indeed when these photos were taken by Dave Shallcross, Gary Crowder and John Preston.  An amazing first ever record for Greater Manchester.


Simon Warford

Rare Warbler Turns Up In Leigh

A rare Blyth's Reed Warbler was found by Phil Rhodes at Hope Carr Nature Reserve / Sewage Works in Leigh last week (yes, birders really do get to some picturesque places don't they?).

I'm told that this is the first time ever that one has been seen in Greater Manchester and that less than 10 a year are seen in the UK as a whole.  I myself have been three times to find this bird and spent about nine hours of waiting with just a Chiffchaff, Wren and a few Linnets and  Pied Wagtails being seen.  The reason for the title is that the bird is a very active skulker in  the brambles and never appears out in the open for long.

The photo below shows the bird feeding on a spider's egg sacks and was taken by our chairman David Shallcross on one of its rare appearances. It was featured in this week's Rare Bird Alert weekly roundup.

I am trying to get the original finder to write a brief report on how he found it, how it was first thought to be a Reed Warbler and how the story progressed to its final determination of being a Blyth's Reed Warbler - so watch this space.

UPDATE:
I've seen it now!  Photos and report on my own blog: www.gt-birding-scrapbook.blogspot.com

L.O.S. Annual Reports and Newsletters Updated

I have finally got round to updating the Society's bi-monthly and annual reports on our main website. These are in PDF format and are free for anyone to read, download and print with the exception that the latest newsletters are only available to members in the first instance. As a special 'one-time only' incentive to encourage readers, the January 2019 newsletter is available now.

In the fullness of time, they all eventually become available in the public domain. Click the link below to go to the page where they are linked and please let me know if you can't open them or if there are any other problems with the links.

http://www.leighos.org.uk/p/reports.html

L.O.S. Fieldtrip to Leighton Moss RSPB - Sunday 13th January 2019

A RATHER BLUSTERY DAY

This was our fifth trip of the season with a new twist as we made it a 'decide on the day' for where to take our adventure and, as I waited for our troops to gather, a song entered my head - this one from the 'Adventures of Winnie the Pooh':
Oh, the wind is lashing lustily
And the trees are thrashing thrustily
And the leaves are rustling gustily
So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be
It feels that it will undoubtedly
It looks like a rather blustery day, today
It seems that it may turn out to be
Feels that it will undoubtedly
Looks like a rather blustery day, today. 


Watch it here on YouTube:

After a short discussion, the hardy souls decided that somewhere with some form of cover to protect us from the weather would be the safe option. So Leighton Moss RSPB seemed ideal.


Warton Crag would be our first stop with views of Raven and Peregrine Falcon hopefully.

On arrival not a bird to be seen. Fortunately we didn't have to wait to long as a flock of Jackdaws some 200 strong returned to the Crag to entertain us with wonderful aerial displays as we continued to search the rock face in search of our goal.


Then the eagle eyed Peter Hodson picked up a Peregrine and it's mate at the far left hand end of the Crag. Unfortunately no Ravens. But a little blip like this would not put our hardy birders off.
So feeling a little more upbeat, although a little windswept, off to Allen and Morecambe Hides just a short journey away.

The Allen Hide produced a strong gathering of 200 plus Black-tailed Godwits and similar numbers of Lapwings, a smattering of Dunlin, and a pair of Shelduck

So onward to the Morecambe Hide. Here we saw Wigeon, Redshank, Pintail, Greylag Geese, a single Kestrel, and two Knot plus many more Lapwings. There had been a Greenshank reported so we set about scouring the satellite islands. Then the rain and wind came with gusto. I'm sure I heard one of our troops singing 'Bring Me Sunshine', after all we were in the Morecambe Hide. Luckily for us, two Greylags forced the Greenshank from its shelter on the leeward side of one of the islands, which gave us good views.

The rain went as quickly as it came, so it was time to head for the main Leighton Moss reserve. After a short break, a bite to eat, and some warming expensive coffee, it was time to go in search of the Great Grey Shrike which had been reported earlier that day.

A quick visit to the Causeway Hide on our way to the Lower Hide. A single Dabchick, the usual Cormorants, Wigeon, Tufted Duck, Teal and Pintail plus a few Mallards.

On the way to the Lower Hide a very tame group of Titmice greeted us in search of seed. Blue Tits, Great Tits, a couple of Coal Tits and a favourite of mine a single Marsh Tit. I even tricked a Great Tit to sit on my hand pretending to have a palm full of seed.

On reaching the Lower Hide area, we searched for a good 30 minutes for the Great Grey Shrike, but alas we dipped. But it was well worth a try. The hide itself produced two Great White Egrets, so all was not lost.


Last port of call would be Lillian Hide. At the entrance to the hide high up in the Alder trees were a handful of Siskin. From within the hide all the usual birds and 8 Snipe, one of which was out in the open right in front of the hide).


45 species were recorded from a big effort by everyone. The weather became kinder as the day wore on, so it was worth the effort.  Well done to all who attende
d and hope to see you all on the February Trip.

Thank you for you company, as usual a great day.
Paul Pennington
L.O.S. Fieldtrips Officer

National Willow Tit Survey 2019-20

Willow Tit at Pennington Flash (c) Martyn Jones
Do you see Willow Tits on your local patch? Here in western Greater Manchester they are uncommon, but not really difficult to see, with their distinctive call, and they do come readily to bird feeders. But they are absent from most parts of the country, and are the second-fastest declining species in the UK, lost in large parts of southern and eastern England. Needless to say, they are Red-listed.

The RSPB in conjunction with the Rare Breeding Birds Panel are organising a national survey 2019-20, with Simon Wotton, simon.wotton@rspb.org.uk at the RSPB being the contact.


You can ask for the tetrad (2km x 2km OS square) into which your local patch falls, and all that is required is the checking of suitable habitats in that square twice between mid February and mid April, playing a recording, which is supplied, every 200m. Full directions, a map and the recording are supplied. For those not quite up to speed with new technology, you can now download the records to a smart phone.

A PDF form to record the Willow Tits called “WT Survey Form 2019-2020” and a PDF entitled “WT Survey methods Information Sheet” can be obtained from Joan Disley - please either ask or email leighos.editor@gmail.com for these forms.

Judith Smith

L.O.S. Fieldtrip to Ainsdale Beach and Lunt Meadows - Saturday 8th December 2018

KEEP YOUR EYES TO THE SKIES AND PRAY

For our fourth trip of the L.O.S. season we met at Doctors Nook at 8.00am on a wet miserable morning. Fingers crossed, we headed off to Ainsdale hoping the window of dry weather promised to us was going to enable us to get some birding in.


On arrival at Ainsdale Discovery Centre at 9.00am we teamed up with three members that had travelled direct this made six in total, with the promise of 3 others to join us at around 11.00am. We had a short discussion about the weather. We quickly agreed that we had only about 3/4 hours and that Lunt Meadows would probably be a bad idea as the afternoon forecast was one of persistent heavy rain. Not good conditions for any Short-eared Owls or other birds for that matter. Also no shelter to escape any downpours and just the prospect of a good dousing.


So after deciding to abandon Lunt we headed out. Firstly to Ainsdale and Birkdale Sandhills Lake. (try saying that after a few drinks) This would give us some shelter from the strong westerly wind and we thought worth a mooch.


The lake produced a stunning male Goosander along with a host of Mallard and Tufted Duck and also Goldfinch, Great Tit, Blue Tit and a few more of our more common birds. Then onwards to Ainsdale Beach via the sand dunes. On reaching the beach the tide was being pushed along by the strong westerly wind. High tide was only 90 minutes or so away, so a good time to arrive.
 

Along the tide line some 100 yards in front of us we spotted our first Sanderling. To the naked eye they looked like little balls of polystyrene being pushed onto the beach by breaking waves. Then every birdwatchers nightmare, kite surfers setting up, dog walkers along the tide line coming in our direction and two women walking ten dogs between them.

They forced the hundred or so Sanderling into flight and off northwards into the distance. Then they released all ten dogs right in front of us. Time to redirect our plans.

We decided to head towards the sand dunes away from the tide and walk north bound up the beach and beyond the ten frolicking dogs.


Walking north bound hugging the dunes, we saw a small flock of Linnet some fifteen or so in number. But in the distance along the ever rising tide were birds, a lot of birds. Being battered by the strong wind we continued northwards hoping for good views.  We decided to cut into the dunes and use them as a screen between us and what we could now see very clearly where thousands of waders mixed with Gulls and Cormorants. We were now some two miles further up the beach.


After another few hundred yards done with military precision, we literally crawled and scurried like commandos to the top of a small dune by the beach armed with cameras and binoculars for what proved to be a sight worth beholding.


Thousands of Oystercatchers stood like statues some thirty or so yards in front of us. Similar numbers of Dunlin and Sanderling constantly being disturbed by the still incoming tide. Flocks of some sixty plus Knot made short sorties along the tideline. We were in bird heaven, no dog walkers and all the kite surfers had exhausted themselves and long since given up. 
 

Looking further up the beach northwards in the distance were thousands of waders rising briefly from the tideline into the air like plumes of smoke. Tempting as it was to investigate the rain was closing in fast over the sea in front of us, a looming darkness, not something to get caught in. 
 

With the heavy rain almost upon us we made the return journey within the shelter of the dunes. A solitary Kestrel hunting, the odd Meadow Pipit rose from the tussocks of grass. Jeff Hurst helped us identify some of the plant life along the way.


Eventually we reached the vehicles and spent ten minutes chatting about our day, with a sandwich, and a welcome brew from our flasks. With Lunt abandoned and only 24 species under our belts we wound our merry way home. All the cobwebs blown from between our ears, dry and exercised, and ready for the next adventure. Considering the conditions, a great day, in great company. Although we were a little thin on the ground.
Hope to see you all in the New Year. Have a very Merry Christmas.
Paul Pennington
L.O.S. Fieltrips Officer

'I'm Going to Tell a Little Tale' by Dave Wilson

I'm going to tell a little tale. It's not about rare events or rare birds or spectacular happenings. It will be an attempt to remind everybody of what natural treasures we are able to find wherever we go and what we may lose if we cease to appreciate and protect them in an ever-uncertain world. I begin across the Channel in Normandy and finish with thoughts from home and the uncertainties for our future.

Not far from my eldest daughter Helen's family home stands one of Europe's most impressive coastal attractions - the ancient island abbey of Mont Saint-Michel. Between two and three million visitors a year attest to its appeal - to the genuinely devout; to painters and photographers; and to many who are taken there as willing, or unwilling, members of coach tours.

Commercialism there is rampant, and, whenever possible, I prefer to spend my time by a huge marshland, Le Marais de Sougeal, upstream from the tourist gatherings along the dawdling Couesnon River which, from where I choose to wander, resembles a great flood plain rather than the true marshy habitats which are more plentiful further south.

I have never met another soul on my mooches there, and so it was again on a fine early October morning when I made my most recent visit.

As usual, before reaching the spacious greenery where horses and cattle mingle, and glancing at the familiar towering poplars which play host to large clumps of mistletoe, I begin to think back to previous visits and some of the surprising encounters which have come my way - Cattle Egrets sticking close to grazing calves and mothers; frogs in crystal-clear ditches; Spotted Flycatchers with newly-fledged young; gorgeous Beautiful Demoiselles at rest; a delightful selection of motionless butterflies, among them Painted Lady and Marbled White; and an unconcerned Muskrat, seemingly seeking a morsel from the track I was following.

Sadly, when I reached my first vantage point, the misty marsh appeared devoid of life with no signs whatsover of even the regular largest inhabitants - Mute Swan, Cormorant and Grey Heron. And then I remembered that, in this region, Thursday is the day when "hunters" roam about, practising their pot-shotting and my doubts were confirmed when loud cracks sounded from the other side of the marsh - and the ricocheting calls of hidden, startled Jackdaws disturbed the silence.

Thereafter, I concentrated on the tinier wonders at my feet and by my side - crane flies everywhere; occasional resting spiders near empty webs; late summer's sparse floral show and eye-catching autumn tints among the brambles; resting Small Coppers, Speckled Woods and a solitary Comma among leaves of changing colour; a Common Darter on the path; a hidden creature moving about near a cluster of fallen sweet chestnut fruits and shells and, as I left this place of refreshing solitude, a couple of Goldfiches tinkled by, rested briefly, and then flew together towards a clump of inviting thistles.

Chestnut shells and Goldfinches came to mind again a couple of weeks ago as I stood with others at the cenotaph in Atherton on Remembrance Sunday. By eleven o'clock the sounds of marching feet, brass band music and voices giving whispered greetings had ended for just two minutes - as silent now as when I rested by the marsh a month ago. And then, before the reveille was played and the flags raised, gentle Goldfinch music was heard from far away and a Grey Wagtail made a rapid flypast.

Whatever thoughts the assembled folk were having as they stood in respectful silence, some would perhaps have tried to imagine the horrors of past wars with battlefields of carnage, ruined lives, discarded weapons and shell cases.

Thankfully, even at this time of political turmoil, there are too many good and caring people around to ensure that the only discarded shells in future will be Mother Nature's - on the Normandy beaches and other friendly shores; by the secret anvil of Song Thrushes here and there; and beneath bountiful chestnut trees everywhere!

Dave Wilson

A Trip with Twite a Good Ending

Saturday 24th November

After the 8.00am meet at Doctors Nook, we caught up with the rest of the group at Conder Green Picnic Area at approximately 9.00am. The trip members began with a flurry of sightings, clocking up 35 or so species in the first hour, including Redshank, Meadow Pipit, Greenshank, Goosander and a pair of Common Sandpiper, just to name a few. A great start to our day's birding.


Then we moved across Conder Bridge to the pools just beyond. Here we added Oystercatcher, Black-tailed Godwit and a solitary Pink-footed Goose, along with some Redwing and Fieldfare in nearby Hawthorn bushes. After this brief stop off we headed off through Glasson Dock and on to Bodie Hill


On reaching Bodie Hill viewing point, high tide was due. Here we were greeted by the magnificent view looking towards Sunderland Point across the Lune Estuary. The salt marsh was buzzing with birdlife. Hundreds of Lapwing and Golden Plover with huge flocks of Linnet, many Starling, Shelduck. Also picked up in the scopes, a resting Peregrine Falcon.


Two Brown Hares appeared in the field below. The highlight for me were the Golden Plover in many numbers twinkling against the green backdrop, illuminated by the low winter sun that made a brief appearance. High tide came and went and the party meandered its way towards Pilling Amenity Area. On the way we saw Whooper and Mute Swan grazing in the unused fields. 


On reaching Pilling Amenity Area, we were greeted by a good number of Pink-footed Geese. We parked up adjacent to the shoreline. Curlew, Little Egret, and Linnet were observed with good numbers of Redshank once again. The real highlights of the hour we spent at this spot was a leucistic Linnet which caused some discussion on whether or not it was a Snow Bunting, but alas the over all verdict was Linnet


Then the spot of the day a Ringtail Hen Harrier putting up a small flock of Black-tailed Godwits whilst scouring the now receding shoreline for prey. Credit to Alan Wilcox for picking this wonderful bird out. 


Getting a little cold it was decided to head for Knott End our last port of call. On reaching Knott End the group headed to the ferry slipway hoping see the Twite, which are regular visitor to this spot. Good close up views of fighting Black-tailed Godwit, Turnstone, Redshank and Oystercatcher and a distant male Eider spotted moving out with the quickly receding tide. 


Some headed for the café and a welcome warm and hot drink whilst others bravely scoured the promenade in search of the elusive Twite, after all they would be a fitting end to our trip. 

A Kestrel kept several in the group entertained whilst hunting over the salt marsh.  Eventually it landed on the rocks without any prey, but on the next glance it had caught a mouse.  Either it had done this without us noticing or it had stashed ether prey there from a previous kill.
After a short break and the happy wanderers returning, the remaining members of the group regathered at the top of the slipway. A Pied Wagtail entertained us on the statue of L.S. Lowry as we waited. It was rather narcissistic as it seemed to like its own reflection in the shiny surface. I don't remember him painting matchstick birds, just matchsticks cats and dogs!


Then after a brief wait the Twite appeared, gathering around a mooring ring on the slipway for a drink of fresh water contained in the little depression where the ring was fixed. The flock of Twite came and went a few times. Lovely to see. 


With light fading and the ever receding tide taking the birds further from view, we as a group slowly dispersed and headed home, having had a great day in excellent company as usual. 51 species were recorded in total - a great day's birding. 


Thanks to all who attended and hope to see you all very soon on the next adventure.

Paul Pennington
L.O.S. Fieldtrips Officer